As a last resort, Xu Duan had to think about how to promote the two books, but he didn't dare to say that the two books were written by himself now, and the lessons of the singer and host who were blocked in the two lanes have not passed.

Xu Broken Hair was about to turn white, and he was thinking about it, but he found that it was blackened again, because the five-star software had turned red again.

This time he is also a martial arts writer, named Xiao Jie, a martial arts writer who has just risen in the past two years, with high popularity, arrogant temper, never put people in his eyes, all day long looks like Lao Tzu is the first in the world, of course, arrogant people have proud capital, there have been three martial arts masters who have been put down by him in two years, many of them have been famous for a long time, all of them have become stepping stones on the road to Xiao Jie's fame, Xiao Jie is prolific, and all three books in two years have been ranked among the top three in the martial arts world.

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The reason why Xiao Jie hacked Xu Duan was not because the Bai Group invited him to hack Xu Duan, nor because he had a good relationship with Xiaoyao Sword and the others to stand up for them, let alone have any interest entanglements with Xu Duan, but because- I can't get used to it, some time ago, Xu Duan and Xiaoyao Jian and others were talked about by many book friends, and many book friends even claimed that if Xu Duan wrote a book, it was likely to bring an earth-shaking subversive reform to martial arts, which Xiao Jie couldn't accept, he Xiao Jie had never received this kind of praise, Xu Jie, an entertainment star who had never written a book, why was he so praised by book friends?

So Xiao Jie came, only to see him write on Weibo: "A singer and host also dare to talk about martial arts, nonsense is really ridiculous, don't think you can write two sour poems to understand martial arts, you are far behind!"

Xiao Jie's tone is very impulsive, his attitude is very arrogant, no one can bear it, let alone Xu Xuan's fans, who have never been afraid of heaven and earth, can they bear being bullied to the head? Uncle can bear it, and his uncle and grandmother can't bear it, and immediately ridiculed Xiao Jie.

"Who are you, how old are you, how old are you to run here and fart, crazy!"

"Dude, your IQ is not in the service area, are you? ”

"Ouch, I'll go, who accidentally excreted bodily fluids out of the body and drilled out such a dog pee moss? Hurry up and roll as far as you want!"

"Others can write two sour poems, buddy, you should write one to take a look. ”

"That's right, you said that you are so kind of writing a poem, you can't even write a poem, what kind of waves? Hurry up!"

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The reason why Xiao Jie is proud is mainly because he thinks that he is talented, otherwise he can't be so proud, and he won't be proud of anything?

Xiao Jie waited for someone to say that he couldn't write poetry, otherwise how could he show that he was different? ”

Xu Duan fans took a look, oh, Wang Ba yawned - Nima's tone is really big, and he still asks questions casually, okay, whatever he wants, I'll kill you.

"Then write a poem about how steel eggs are made. ”

"Yo, it's really a toad yawning and a big breath, so write a toad Fu to see. ”

"My second dog has been naughty again recently, you can write a poem for the second dog to take a look. ”

"Eh, don't you want to win the lawsuit recently? Dude, you can write a poem about how the iron mouth broke his teeth. ”

"Isn't this winter, you write a dogskin hat for fur, and it's so warm. ”

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Xiao Jie was about to cry when he saw Xu Xuan's fans, your sister, do you have such a question? You guys are really fucking lacking in virtue and have come home, so which of the fuck can write poems as a theme?

There are still good people among the fans, and giving Xiao Huang a normal question is to help him solve the siege, "My family has a pot of red chrysanthemums, write a poem with red chrysanthemums to see, request, the word chrysanthemum cannot appear in the poem." ”

Xiao Jie was really excited to cry when he saw this reply from Xu Duan's many fan replies, compared with other fans, this is simply a good person! So he hurriedly wrote: "Okay, I will write a poem with the theme of red chrysanthemums: Do not go to the spring breeze to the autumn wind, the flowering period is biased towards the Chongyang Festival, after the green frost is full of flowers, I will be red." ”

"Hey, that's so ordinary!"

"This Nima is also called poetry?"

"It's not poetry!"

"What the!"

"It's not a thing!"

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After Xiao Jie comprehended the perverted imagination of Xu Duan's fans, he didn't dare to ask Xu Duan's fans to ask questions, so he led the disaster to Xu Duan, "You asked me to write it, what about Xu Duan? Does he dare to write a poem in response to the title? Who wouldn't do it himself, if he has the ability, he will write a poem on the theme of chrysanthemums, if he writes it, I will count him as having the ability!"

Xu Duanzheng had a headache that his work was not promoted, this Xiao Jie sent it to the door by himself, he was really unwilling to let go of this opportunity to publicize, so he immediately came forward, nothing else, Nima chrysanthemum poem, how much do you want? Dude has a dream of Red Mansions, which is known as the world's first strange book, do you know? Have you heard of the chrysanthemum spectrum? Dude can't write you to death!

Because the changed world has not experienced the Qing Dynasty, the Dream of Red Mansions, the first of the four famous novels, did not appear in this world.

I saw Xu Xuan said in a sneering voice: "It's troublesome to write one by one, so let's do it, I'll get a set of chrysanthemum scores today and ask everyone to appreciate one or two." ”

As he spoke, Xu Duan moved out all of Lao Cao's twelve chrysanthemum poems.

Yi Ju

Looking forward to the west wind and holding sullen thoughts, when the red reeds and white intestines are broken, there is no trace of the empty hedge in the old garden, and the cold moon and green frost dream know.

Thinking of the heart with the return of the wild goose, few sit and listen to the evening anvil late, who pities me for the yellow flower thin, condolences Chongyang will have a period.

Visit chrysanthemum

Take advantage of the frost and sunshine to try a visit, the wine glass and medicine cup are not drowned, who planted it under the moon before the frost?

The wax clogs turned out to be in love, and the cold chant was not full of fun, and the yellow flower was like a poet who was sorry for the poet, and he would hang the cane head today.

Grow chrysanthemums

Carry the hoe autumn garden since moving, planted everywhere in front of the fence courtyard, last night did not expect to live through the rain, today is still happy to bring frost open.

Thousands of poems in autumn are chanted coldly, a glass of cold wine is drunk, the spring irrigation mud is sealed and cherished, and the well is dusty.

To chrysanthemums

Don't move to the expensive gold, a shallow bush and a deep bush, Xiao Shu sits on the side of the fence, hugging his knees and groaning in the cold fragrance.

There is no king in the world, it seems that only my bosom friend, the autumn light is disappointed, and it is relatively appropriate to cherish the yin.

For chrysanthemums

Playing the piano and drinking wine is very happy, and several cases are embellished. The incense is divided into three paths, and the book thrower is on a branch of autumn.

The frost clear paper tent comes to a new dream, and the garden is cold and the sun reminisces about the old tour. Proud of the world also because of the same smell, the spring breeze peach and plum are not drowned.

Chrysanthemum

The rogue poet invades at dusk, and the sound of self-sinking around the fence stone is self-sinking. The milliduan Yunxiu is written in the frost, and the corners of the mouth are fragrant to the moon.

The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, who will explain the autumn heart?

Draw chrysanthemums

Poetry and drama pen do not know crazy, is it a contest between Danqing and Fei? The poly leaves are splashed with thousands of points of ink, and the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost.

The light and thick spirit will be in front of the wind, jumping off the fragrance of the autumn wrist. Don't recognize the East Fence as idle, sticking the screen to chat to comfort Chongyang.

Ask Ju

I don't know what to do with the autumn love, and I muttered that I was holding the east fence: Who is hiding in the lonely standard?

Why is it lonely in the garden? The wild goose returns to the sick and can be lovesick? Mo Yan has no talk in the world, why not talk about it?

Hairpin chrysanthemum

The bottle is busy day by day, and the makeup in the mirror is folded. The son of Chang'an is a, and Mr. Peng Ze is an alcoholic.

The short sideburns are coldly stained with three-path dew, and the kudzu scarf is dyed with nine autumn frosts. When the high affection is not in the eyes of the people, clap his hands and laugh at the side of the road.

Chrysanthemum Shadow

The autumn light is stacked and repeated, and the potential is sneaking into the three paths. The window is separated from the lamp and depicted far and near, and the fence is broken and the moon is locked.

The cold fang should stay in the soul, and the frost seal conveys the dream of the gods. Cherish the dark incense and step on the broken place, who is drunk and hazy.

Ju Meng

The autumn on the fence is clear, and the clouds and the moon are not clear. Dengxian is not Mu Zhuang gave birth to butterflies, and he reminisced about the old and looked for Tao Lingmeng.

Sleep and follow the goose off, startled back to the old annoyance. When you wake up, who will complain: The withered grass and cold smoke are infinitely affectionate!

Residual chrysanthemum

The dew and frost gradually poured down, and the feast was only after the light snow. There is more than fragrant gold and indifferent, and the branches are not full of leaves and green leaves.

The sound of the moon falling on the half-bed is cut, and the cold clouds and geese are late. Tomorrow's autumn equinox will know goodbye, and break up for the time being!

One after another, a full twelve!

From the time Xu Duan wrote the first poem of Yiju, everyone was already shocked, because Ya wrote the authentic ancient style of the Seven Laws, how can this thing be written by ordinary people, it is not easy to write a book professionally engaged in ancient literature, but Ya is like a dumpling, one after another, everyone is almost scared silly!

Nima, are you hanging up? Xiao Jie is also blinded at this time, he has seen those who write ancient style poems, and he has also seen those who write seven rules, but Nima writes like dumplings on the spot, don't say that he has seen it, but he has never heard of it! His white broken poems that can no longer be white are compared with Xu Xuan's seven laws, Xiao Jie himself has an urge to commit suicide to thank the world, and he really wants to ask Xu Xuan: Are you going to heaven?

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